Bellatrix laughed manically as a green spell nearly hit Potter's blood traitor of a girlfriend. It was about to become an amazing evening for her, the day her Lord won against the Potter boy and took over magical Britain.
Suddenly, a spell almost hit her and Bellatrix turned around, scowling. So the blood traitor's mother had decided to come out and play?
Well, Bella did like games and she grinned madly, shooting back a spell in return.
They dueled for a few minutes before the grin faded of Bella's face and she began to fight in earnest. The ground shook from the sheer force of the magic in the air and a crowd began to form, fascinated bystanders admiring the two woman.
And then, it almost happened in slow motion. Bella slipped, the edge of her robe snagged on a rope and the world turned a vivid green.
(And here's where this story should end.)
(But it doesn't.)
Bella awoke in the guest room of the old Black home. Cobwebs adorned the walls and Bellatrix scowled at the state the former palace had been reduced to. If she was dead, couldn't her last sight be a place with better decor?
Suddenly, a voice disrupted her enraged thoughts.
"Hello, Bellatrix." Said the voice of the last man Bellatrix ever wanted to see.
Even dead, Sirius Black had an air of careless beauty, and the same grey, cold, dead eyes the Black family was known for having.
Bellatrix glared. "Black. What are you even doing here? It's not like you ever respected this place when you were alive."
Sirius scowled back. "Well cousin, you took care of the living part for me."
Bella's hand reached down for her wand and she glared down upon realizing she didn't have one. "Enough of these games, Black. Cut to the chase, am I dead or not?'
Sirius paused, smiling wickedly at his cousins growing rage. "That depends on you, beloved family member."
"I am not your beloved anything." Bellatrix screamed. "Now, answer before I curse you into oblivion!"
Sirius raised his hands in a warning. "Well, that really does depend on you. You have a choice: due to your obsession, I'm here to offer you another chance."
"A chance at what?" Bellatrix asked, curiosity overriding her anger.
"Well, I can't exactly send you back to your time since you've done a spectacular job fucking it up," Sirius said, running a hand through his hair. "But I can give you another chance somewhere else."
"I'll take it." Bellatrix said immediately, her face lit up with a cruel glee.
"Goodbye then." Sirius said, waving his hand with no real concern and then the world was gone again.
Bellatrix awoke on the cold ground, her belongings scattered around her like ashes of a burned world.